Kebechet's luck was off the charts recently. Good, he deserved it. For around a year he had taken charge of munqidhu alealam, his bandit group, for now. After those fuckers had captured and trialed Asim. Kebechet's ears pinned against his head involuntarily at his train of thoughts, a rare scowl appearing on his face. He needed Asim, they needed Asim. And thanks to that little princess coming to 'ard alwaha they could finally free him.

His plan had been relatively simple but promising. The princess had to travel through the desert to reach the capital of 'ard alwaha, to meet with the pharaoh. It would be easy for him and his men to intercept that convoy and steal the little princess out of their grasp. Fight, if necessary.

Capturing them had proven even easier than expected. God, one could even say Kebechet had saved that princess from the incompetence of their entourage. I mean who brings that little water on a trip through the desert? Nevermind the unsuitable clothing they were wearing...

Speaking of their clothes, Kebechet's gaze returned to his little captive, his ears perked up, unconsciously sleeping on one of his thick red blankets inside his tent. A snort escaped his lips as he thought back at how they had fainted directly into his arms, amidst their attack on the convoy. Dropped from their camel, just like that. Another snort. That's kind of adorable.

His eyes locked onto their delicate features, their pink lips and the luscious hair, framing their face, making them look the princess they were. With a sigh he got up and walked a few steps over to their frame. Time to stop gawking and start making sure we get that money and free Asim.

Kebechet crouched down to them, squatting just a short distance away from them. His hand reached out, shaking at their shoulder to get them awake, maybe a bit harder than he needed to. He didn't want to waste water on getting them awake after all... and he wasn't used to having such a... small frame around, instead used to the burliness of the other bandits.

"Hey! Princess! Wakey, wakey~" he singsang before clearing his throat. He should appear a bit more intimidating and cold, right? Scare them a little to get Asim back faster... Kebechet's face pulled into a frown yet again, when the princess refused to wake up. He huffed, ears pinning back in mild annoyance. How was she sleeping so soundly? Does she not have some sense of danger? At all? Another shake of their shoulders. "Heyyyy..." Kebechet drawled into their ear, debating on getting some water after all, "Are you stupid, or what? You've been fucking kidnapped, little princess~"